The memory dances to the tune of the wind,
The energy elevates with hormonal scent,
Solo dancers start to dance in their dreams,
Climes change the temperature as the streams,
The souls have to follow the preset movements,
To the melody of musical notes enshrined,
Solo, Couple, Line, Square and circular dancers,
Express the desire in the strict rhythmic steps,
Dancing is fun and glamour to the tired mind,
As the cosmic dance is the pastime to the earth,
When it revolves on its axis, goes around the sun,
When the tiny moon revolves around it with no fun,
Stars, galaxies and even black holes on their toes,
Diligently follow the path of their own, away from foes,
When the trees synchronize to the force of the air,
When the dust swirl to the pressure of atmosphere,
When the drizzle follow the direction of the wind,
And the unborn dances in the fluid of the womb.
Excellent dancing images are created in this poem.It deserves more than five stars. The dance of memories to the tune of mind, energy elevation, solo dancers, Change of temperature by climes and streams, the wandering souls, ...and all kinds of cosmic dances are the creations of wonderful faculties of your imaginative mind.The repeating dependent clauses of the cosmic dance make the rising rhythm moving fast.Wonderful.
Yes I like this, a very good poem, I like to dance, I am fantastic dancer.
A souls progress and journey through eternity with undertones of reincarnation, Remembering, expressing through experience and fulfilling of potential. These were my thoughts as I read this interesting poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the dance of the ecstatic... very good thythm here!